Since I never, ever (okay almost ever), get around to any of my planned Part II’s, I’m going to just put up my tree photos from last week’s Queen Anne Hill wanderings today and try not to feel too bad about my uncertainty or downright lack of knowledge about their correct identification. Maybe some of you can help me out here – I guarantee anyone who tries a big virtual pat on the back and an A for effort! (This is a pretty oddball bunch, I just realized. What can I say, I love the variety and wackiness of Seattle’s urban landscape!)
This was one of the most elegant trees I saw that day – a mature dwarf Japanese maple, right there in the parking strip. Its leaves have been left to carpet the grass, it looks like a nice soft place to take a nap.
This looked like a holly but without the sharp leaves, and it was tree-shaped, not shrub-looking. Is it a holly or something else?
Some type of pine (Mugo, maybe?), sprawling a bit on the corner.
Oh dear, pruning horror! Reminds me of those scary trees on the 70s TV show, H.R. Pufnstuf. Yes, I’m showing my advanced age here.
Not sure if this was a radical rehab job or the prelude to taking the tree down entirely. I’m hoping the former, so maybe the bird feeder is a good sign.
This one shows the age of the neighborhood. I’m glad they’ve kept it, despite a somewhat odd placing. Cedar?
Someone’s backyard tree did not like the recent windstorm. A large branch had broken off and was hanging over the fence.
Upon closer inspection, the tips of the downed section were covered with these:
I took the opportunity to liberate a few twigs that I imagine were headed for the chipper. Not my style usually to filch from someone else’s garden, but since it was already dead, I hope it was okay. I couldn’t resist those incredibly cute, fuzzy catkins! The tree seemed too tall to be a pussy willow shrub. Any guesses here?
Urban trees live a tough life. I’m glad these ones (well, the better cared-for of them) are making a go of it.